If you hear me Jyoti, O my name sake !


With my humble soul,

My dear, I call your name !

I tried measure you fragility 

with the degree of your strength,

I tried to measure your strength

with the degree of your pain,

and your pain

with your resolve.....

All I find you standing

there strong, tall, above all !!

And then i imagined those 

for whom no word is formed,

never will be......

All I see 

they are shrinking 

into their ever growing hollowness!

I here can only talk,

I wont say that!

The day you emerged my dear,

you taught me how to

live and live even after !!


[Dedicated to Jyoti Singh Panday]

(12-3-2013)

The People and the Packet.

 

All is well that ends well.

The CWG carnival is over, and there was no news of bridge collapse during the games. And thanks to the spectacular opening and closing ceremonies (and 107 medals) that world (especially the media) is now calling the games a success.

     The opportunity to hold the CWG in India was perceived as a chance to showcase India’s ability to conduct a big international event. In view of the virtual race between India and China (of becoming world power), it was a challenge for India to organize CWG at ‘Beijing Olympics’ level, if not better than that. But as the games approached near all those bad stories of rampant corruption, dubious contracts and falling bridge erupted; people questioned India’s eligibility to hold the games. In short, country’s reputation was badly damaged.

      And it was well choreographed and rehearsed performances at opening and ending ceremony which removed some of “the great Indian mud” of inefficiency and sub-standardized execution of its commitments. Thanks to the designers and the dancers. Great job guys!

      The opening ceremony, decorated with various items displaying Indian cultures and  traditions, gave a bouncy start to the games and reassurance of successful games. The kind of confidence it provided, helped the organizing teams work more strongly for making the event a success. At least, it was something which the world had praised until now.

      Then came the closing ceremony, with more then 60,000 people gathered at Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium and around 16 million people glued to TV to witness. The spectacular performances by children and young people and the dazzling lazer show, fireworks left people mesmerized!

       There are two implications I draw from the whole affair; one, as in commercial world “packaging” determines, to a certain extent, whether the product will stay in market or not, something similar happened in Delhi CWG, if we consider the ceremonies a wrapper. Two, where there are people involved in any job, supposed to be fulfilled by administration, it surely becomes a success (the designers and dancers were not Kalmadis or Dixits).

[one of my articles, written in Oct 2010]

The Flower to the Wind...

-You want....me ?

-Touch my skin and kiss ?
-You appear interesting....!
-but let me warn you...
-Don't be harsh and blow so fast....
-my petal will distort, uproot...
-I will die, not my fragrance will last....
-Stay!...let me see you first...
-Talk!...let me know you then...
-Walk!...let me follow you then ...
-Dance!...let me laugh with you again...
-Touching and kissing can wait !!

(dedicated to sex crime convicts/accused)
[27-12-12]

Desolation

Heart, Blank and white
The effect of a dark night.

Barren like an ancient desert
Dead even to a stream of water.

A desertion along with impertinence
Deserved it, may be, the curse of desolation.

(31-12-10)

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The Dead Petal

On the dark street of a dark heart
Was laying a petal dropped of a bud
Pressed, crushed under some foot
for the darkness of dark street of dark heart.

A drop from a petal spread over the street,
leaving tint on the stones of it.
To remind them
a petal that once existed,
and that it was dropped,
and got crushed.
(accidentally, inadvertently though.)

(24-12-2010)
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On the streets of dark heart

In the depths of dark streets of my heart
once I took a walk
Touched the bare walls,
Which, to my illusions,
With colors were blooming.

In the depths of dark streets of dark heart
once I took a walk
and saw the silent corners,
which, to my misapprehensions,
with voices/sounds were filled.

on the dark streets of dark heart
then I went ahead
wading my way
through the sad gray colored air,
which to my ironic delusions
was pink, blooming with red.

On the dark streets of dark heart
As I walked listening crushing sound of
dry leaves and branches,
feeling them broken under my bare feet,
leaves and branches
fallen after an unnoticed storm.

In the center of dark heart
I sat at the square trying to overcome
my shock and a newly gained grief,
And to recollect myself to go out,
to find some place of relief.

I looked up for a direction
Another distress,
All the corridors looked same
wearing identical gloominess
competing darkness.
The uniqueness I obliged them with once
it seemed had worn out, no signs(were)left.

(part 2 )

I shouted in the well
Where I heard a thump, where my heart dwells
“why look the way, I never wanted you to be
Its all ruined, get up and see?”

I heard a sound poignant and deep
It was my heart, woke up from sleep

“dear It was always like this,
That festival has long passed
The festival I never owned
those shades not my character, how would I possess

it was your hallucination
the people and sounds
your wishes and imaginations
you were always empty and alone
and I was doomed as desolated as I am!”

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(25-12-2010)

THE DAY AND ME

(Part-1)

“Don’t go !” I asked the day passing by
A dash of surprise in its eyes,
Silently refusing me it smiled!!
Day:- “Dear, I am done,
Emptied my Churn,
Have nothing to burn!”

I:- “But, where you heading to?
Some of you can I hold on to?”
Day:- “To My home in west,
I am tired, need final rest.”

I:- “Leave me some of your ray,
inch of you to keep me gay,
to Shoo my fears to bay.”
Day:- “I have left me on you,
Have dried you,…
walked and tanned you,
Nonexistent though, I will be with you,”

I:- “Black intensely is the night,
Your traces not that bright,
And then ‘walking you’….?
I am sorry, I did not do !“

On my childish appeals,
at the day
Sun winked and beamed.
Day:- “you dint drink me when I was young,
Now I have to go, don’t hold my robe’s fringe.
Night cannot wait and ,
My life has come to end.”

My heart wanted to sink.
Heavy with tears,
my eyes refused to blink.
Speechless, answerless I
was unable to think.

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Part 2
(Conti……)
Day:- “there is a tomorrow
that Sun will bring
It will not resemble me
It will be different, It will not be me .

(nov/dec 2010)